Veritable Tantrum

Virginia Venit being murdered Simon Birch-style in the first five minutes *double checks the time* FIRST THREE MINUTES.

Jackie Sandler, once again, playing a character who is neither the wife nor mother of her own husband or daughter.

Being one second over ninety minutes in runtime.

Kyle Newacheck, the drug dealer from Workaholics and director of this major motion picture, clearly channeling Bergman and Kubrick when crafting that AI-generated condom commercial.

John Daly delivering lines with more competency and consistency than he’s ever had in the PGA.

Continuing the everything-is-a-flask-or-weird-gadget bit from Hubie Halloween, verifying the Sandlerverse confirmed haphazardly in an interview five years before Tim Herlihy had any writerly intention of creating it.

Putting Tim Herlihy on camera.

Not putting Martin Herlihy on camera enough.

The tonal whiplash from Ben Stiller’s supremely, unintentionally dark moments.

Benny Safdie at one point falling down, but also causing an unrelated bar cart three feet away to suddenly shatter into a million pieces.

The headstone of Virginia Venit Gilmore (1970 – 2014??????). Was this a period piece no one, including the filmmakers, realized despite the unorthodox level of 2040 technology that takes place in the third act?

Editor’s Note: The ‘mista, mista’ bit in the cemetery, brief though it was, had me in cardiac arrest. I liked this movie.